On Our Fifth Anniversary He Wore Intern's Pink Scarf; I Left

On our fifth anniversary, Dean made a point of messaging me. "I've got a surprise for you. Let's have dinner after work." Warmth spread through my chest, and I was just about to reply. Then I heard a ripple of shocked murmurs around me. There was Dean, who only ever wore black, white, and gray, wearing a pink knit scarf.